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10/23/AC 197 [ allure ]
he was naked from the waist down. roused from sleep, that recognition struck my senses. in the duration of slumber, our personifies coordinated. his lissome gaunt legs snarled with mine. i decreed my eyes lidless, gaping at his cadaverous demeanor. his features lax. the bedclothes knotted around our meshed bodies. i abstained from palpation, willing my body listless, hands drawn idle, close to my side. my coveting was gnawing at me. his shallow breaths, the subtle rising and falling of his chest, fruition as i basked in his body heat. incognizantly, he transferred from one position to another, biasing his weight further onto my chest. i went rigid. retaining my breath. eyeing him in veneration. i balled my fists, to hinder any probing to be done by docile fingertips. my body remained limp, i lurched my neck up, raising my head. the nape of my neck forsaking its cradle from the pillow's malleable form. his head was posed on my upper torso. an inert hand strewn over my midsection. i exhaled sharply. the gust of air emitted from my mouth, jostling a few locks of his hair out of place. innumerable thoughts swelling. i silenced them all, so i could focus on the light drone of his heart contracting, solely. oblivion fading, to the realization of how frail his body was, familiarizing with human fragility. i had to be reminded where his heart beat was coming from. his chest concealing my own. was mine lost? lying the awake when the morning comes, i taste in fear. please do not leave. if i do not trust you i am alone for now. i sensed each pulsation, coercing blood through his veins. if i told you that i was bottle fed, would you nurse me? lost is the heart beat where i come from. i nestled my head back into the pillow's soft support. continue the waiting. i wanted to wake you. i was fearful of rejection. i abjured. sidled through the sheets. retracting from his encompass. meticulously in not rousing him. i will say good bye to the sleeping one.
i felt my presence was opprobrious, embeded in his domicile. i sojourned at the threshold of bedroom door. my gaze versed him, i doubted i would ever grow weary of of empolying my stare to his essence. i perceived that i did not belong, infringing his crux. yet i was reluctant to leave. i peered at the interval, lacking my body. i apprehensively cupped my palm over my mouth, applying pressure. his torpid figure entangled in the bedding, radiating serenity. my hand disheveled. faccidly falling at my side. i felt my eyebrows knit, a rueful glower. i needed to detach. avoiding razing the chastity. lowering my eyes, i sighed, commencing my saunter to the lavatory. hesitant in removing his clothes from my body, ephemerally registering that those pieces of attire was all i possessed of him. i tried to nullify that standpoint, as stepped into the shower stall. concealing the nude configuration, musing how my plastic water obstructing sheet was still disarrayed on the kitchen floor. the blunt intonation of shower's directed pour. the gelid liquid, beating, routing, streaming over my form. i lathered detergent produced for hair into my scalp. rinsing the soapy suds from my locks. clamor, a rush of foot falls. the bathroom door yielding. "duo! i am going to be late! i'll close my eyes-" a female voice impulsively blurted. i was about to utter an objection, the curtain violently pulled to the side, a sleek soma climbed in, directly under the shower head. i stumbled back, bemused. rigidly rammed my frame against stall's wall. cramming every contour.attempting to widen the margin of or raw flesh. i even stiffly lolled my head against the tiles, pressing my cheek against the plaster. i disposed the aversion of my eyes, taut, aimlessly affixed on the amassed creases of the shower curtain. i tried to form words, but the predicament hinder my processing. an unintelligent incoherent utterance dispelled from my mouth. the resound of my tone did not register. hilde's ablution cohesion ceased, she glanced over her shoulder, timorously peeled one eye open. my eye oscillated in its socket, confronting her gawk, lids receding. a sharp shrill, as she relinquished the shower encasement, charging through the curtain. my stance was wavering, my foothold buckling over the slippery tiles. i flailed my arms in a vain trail to reclaim my footing, but the basis was shifting. my feet flew out beneath body. my back skid down plaster coated stall wall, my skin painfully sticking during my rapid descend. a mournful bellow resounded from the sliding taction of my skin and the wall. proceeded by a strident thud.
the chaotic array of my limbs, scattered on the dank floor, my legs protruding from the stall. the torrent of the shower's spray pummeling my denude chest. recumbent, indolent. i faintly heard my name, through hilde's frenzy of vacating the bathroom. the door went ajar.
"what's going on? what the-hello!" duo's candied coated tone resounded. her urgent footsteps swept past him, his slowly drew closer. i cringed when i saw him approach. i was rendered static. i glanced up at him, my eyes glimmered with ravaged resolution. his tawdry inspection, scrupulous surveillance sealed with a wanton grin. mouth parting, his tongue skimming the surface of his lips, with the addition of a sultry laugh. was he taunting me once more? he altered his pose. "is this a private party or can i join you?"
my position was fixed, round-eyed, concentrating on his motions. the shower's spray still discharging. his fingers snared a towel, separating it from the rack as he continued to walk towards my display. standing over me, bowing his chest, lowering nearer to me. i involuntarily felt my muscles strain. i somewhat slanted aside. with a flick of his wrist he discontinued the flow of water. i exerted my chest forward, in response to the icy air wafting over my profile. he repelled the absorbent cloth at my face, obstructing my vision, traces of light laughter. i heard his footsteps fade. as i finally mustered the vitality to rise, i caught fragments of muffled conversing. my limbs were sore. i staggered out of the shower stall. securing the towel around my hips. a more distinct vocalization, directed at me. contrite and swift.
"i'm sorry, heero ... i didn't see anything i swear!" hilde beseeched.
"i did." stressing each syllable. "don't worry, heero," duo asseverated. followed by, "you have nothing to be ashamed of." he exuberantly extolled. i jerked my head upright. facial features exhibiting a blank expression, seen in the mirror perched over the sink. slightly perturbed. diffidence diffusing. slovenly concealing it as i emerged from the lavatory. lacking certainty on how i should act or feel around him. i undauntedly initiated my selection of attire from his selection. removing a simple black t-shirt, nearly ebony jeans, and a belt. i nudged the towel free, jutting my legs through the accordling placement, tugging them up to my waist. motioning to loop my arms through the shirt. i hunched forward my hands available to fasten the pants and belt. but he enraptured me from behind, his arms reaching through my own, gliding to my crotch. his fingers urged the zipper up, using both hands, grazing my lower abdomen, he coaxed the button through the slit. tightening my belt, fastening the node in the third hole. i went taut, resisting the urge to incline back into him. warring with the impulsion of seizing his hands as they smoothed over my thighs. he made stride in the reverse direction, i angled my body to confront him. inquisitively marveling. a smile manifested with demure, its latent content ambiguous.
at school our history class was still fully engaged in presentations. ours was the first, and the only one friday. apparently i was excessive in my public address occupying majority of the period. i was unnerved. witnessing their speeches, hearing their commentary occurrences i took part in. the youth i fought for was widely incorrect, their feelings trifling. i am still disillusioned. i flinched every time a peer uttered a word in regard to wing zero and its supposed selfles schivalrous pilot. duo was relishing in it. blatantly inserting his comments, corrections, and questions. amusing himself overwhelmingly when he submitted queries of the deathscythe's pilot.
"wait, wait, wait. here's the biggie. which is better, deathscythe, or wing zero?" i was oblivious to fact that the gundam's name had become household. reticent, i spied him out of the corner of my eye, analyzing his expression. i raised my eyebrows when she began to pronounce the word wing, duo hindered her conveyance. "wrong!" he dictated. "but thanks for playing!" gesturing with his hand. the girl protested. my body was slowly becoming numb from the words emitted.
"the pilot of the wing zero gundam is nothing short of heroic in my eyes . risking his life for all those people. ..." duo stifled laughter. i was not offended. oddly enough the afford that was stinging was her praise.
"he touched me deeply." the female terminated. further fazed. surreal.
"then you should call the police!" duo jeered. jarring me from cataleptic state. he did not relent, rather continued with his interrogation. "do you think the pilot of wing zero is sexy?" i rigidly snapped my head at him, face contorting. silently pleading him to cease. i glanced wearily at our instructor, abashed. he had been gaping at us this whole time, astonished. he understood.
i posed dejected in my designated row in physical education. inflicted with the sudden realization of how trivial this toiling was. my arms interlaced pressing on my chest. the incessant pounding basket balls into the polished gymnasium floor made his approach go undetected.
"i'm here" he grated. i recoiled, dumbfounded. the encounter unexpected. altering my inclination to face him. a coy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. moments later we were deployed into makeshift teams. the game commenced. my peers bias of me fading, transgressing into impartiality. relying on me, momentarily bestowing their trust so they could win the meaningless game. the sense of camaraderie on the court was not mutual. i only complied to avoid the p.e. teacher's gripes. the ball was flung in my direction, i intercepted it effortlessly, and in nimble strides maneuvered my way to the basket ball hoop. scored points made by my hands was imminent, but duo dove into me. the impact caught me completely off guard. the collision brought us careening to the ground, i was clutching on to ball. he made several attempts to illicitly seize the ball. i quickly extended my legs, to thwart him off. he would not relent.
"duo, we are on the same team." i firmly remonstrated. he savagely latched on to my waist, vehemently trying to pry the ball free. the strain of the instructor's whistle shrills. nothing seemed to phase him. i applied my open palm to his face, exerting it with force. his grip was faltering, he desperately fought back. inserting his incisors in tender flesh of my fingers. my marred hand shrank back. he was now fully on me, squirming, kicking, swinging. he displaced the ball from my grip. leaping off me, they contentedly strolling away. i was in awe.
"good hustle, good hustle." he uttered in the impregnate locker room. i was amidst pulling on his jeans, they just slid over my knees when his hand pushed repeatedly against my fundament, and words trailing. my features questioned him. hushed, the whole locker went mute. the vulgar assessing eyes of our male peers fixed on us. i endeavored to be apathetic to their emotive. "nothing to see here", he ushered with evident satire. "move it along." insolent audacity. snickers of temerity. he flashed a smile before proceeding to his locker, rows down. is it wrong that i find it morbidly amusing that the males whose lockers are in close proximity with mine, are now visibly displaying discomfort. the stigma deepens. greatly deluded they are, to entertain the notion that they could entice me like duo.
commence. [ 4:46 p.m. ]
10/23/AC 197 [ allure ]
he was naked from the waist down. roused from sleep, that recognition struck my senses. in the duration of slumber, our personifies coordinated. his lissome gaunt legs snarled with mine. i decreed my eyes lidless, gaping at his cadaverous demeanor. his features lax. the bedclothes knotted around our meshed bodies. i abstained from palpation, willing my body listless, hands drawn idle, close to my side. my coveting was gnawing at me. his shallow breaths, the subtle rising and falling of his chest, fruition as i basked in his body heat. incognizantly, he transferred from one position to another, biasing his weight further onto my chest. i went rigid. retaining my breath. eyeing him in veneration. i balled my fists, to hinder any probing to be done by docile fingertips. my body remained limp, i lurched my neck up, raising my head. the nape of my neck forsaking its cradle from the pillow's malleable form. his head was posed on my upper torso. an inert hand strewn over my midsection. i exhaled sharply. the gust of air emitted from my mouth, jostling a few locks of his hair out of place. innumerable thoughts swelling. i silenced them all, so i could focus on the light drone of his heart contracting, solely. oblivion fading, to the realization of how frail his body was, familiarizing with human fragility. i had to be reminded where his heart beat was coming from. his chest concealing my own. was mine lost? lying the awake when the morning comes, i taste in fear. please do not leave. if i do not trust you i am alone for now. i sensed each pulsation, coercing blood through his veins. if i told you that i was bottle fed, would you nurse me? lost is the heart beat where i come from. i nestled my head back into the pillow's soft support. continue the waiting. i wanted to wake you. i was fearful of rejection. i abjured. sidled through the sheets. retracting from his encompass. meticulously in not rousing him. i will say good bye to the sleeping one.
i felt my presence was opprobrious, embeded in his domicile. i sojourned at the threshold of bedroom door. my gaze versed him, i doubted i would ever grow weary of of empolying my stare to his essence. i perceived that i did not belong, infringing his crux. yet i was reluctant to leave. i peered at the interval, lacking my body. i apprehensively cupped my palm over my mouth, applying pressure. his torpid figure entangled in the bedding, radiating serenity. my hand disheveled. faccidly falling at my side. i felt my eyebrows knit, a rueful glower. i needed to detach. avoiding razing the chastity. lowering my eyes, i sighed, commencing my saunter to the lavatory. hesitant in removing his clothes from my body, ephemerally registering that those pieces of attire was all i possessed of him. i tried to nullify that standpoint, as stepped into the shower stall. concealing the nude configuration, musing how my plastic water obstructing sheet was still disarrayed on the kitchen floor. the blunt intonation of shower's directed pour. the gelid liquid, beating, routing, streaming over my form. i lathered detergent produced for hair into my scalp. rinsing the soapy suds from my locks. clamor, a rush of foot falls. the bathroom door yielding. "duo! i am going to be late! i'll close my eyes-" a female voice impulsively blurted. i was about to utter an objection, the curtain violently pulled to the side, a sleek soma climbed in, directly under the shower head. i stumbled back, bemused. rigidly rammed my frame against stall's wall. cramming every contour.attempting to widen the margin of or raw flesh. i even stiffly lolled my head against the tiles, pressing my cheek against the plaster. i disposed the aversion of my eyes, taut, aimlessly affixed on the amassed creases of the shower curtain. i tried to form words, but the predicament hinder my processing. an unintelligent incoherent utterance dispelled from my mouth. the resound of my tone did not register. hilde's ablution cohesion ceased, she glanced over her shoulder, timorously peeled one eye open. my eye oscillated in its socket, confronting her gawk, lids receding. a sharp shrill, as she relinquished the shower encasement, charging through the curtain. my stance was wavering, my foothold buckling over the slippery tiles. i flailed my arms in a vain trail to reclaim my footing, but the basis was shifting. my feet flew out beneath body. my back skid down plaster coated stall wall, my skin painfully sticking during my rapid descend. a mournful bellow resounded from the sliding taction of my skin and the wall. proceeded by a strident thud.
the chaotic array of my limbs, scattered on the dank floor, my legs protruding from the stall. the torrent of the shower's spray pummeling my denude chest. recumbent, indolent. i faintly heard my name, through hilde's frenzy of vacating the bathroom. the door went ajar.
"what's going on? what the-hello!" duo's candied coated tone resounded. her urgent footsteps swept past him, his slowly drew closer. i cringed when i saw him approach. i was rendered static. i glanced up at him, my eyes glimmered with ravaged resolution. his tawdry inspection, scrupulous surveillance sealed with a wanton grin. mouth parting, his tongue skimming the surface of his lips, with the addition of a sultry laugh. was he taunting me once more? he altered his pose. "is this a private party or can i join you?"
my position was fixed, round-eyed, concentrating on his motions. the shower's spray still discharging. his fingers snared a towel, separating it from the rack as he continued to walk towards my display. standing over me, bowing his chest, lowering nearer to me. i involuntarily felt my muscles strain. i somewhat slanted aside. with a flick of his wrist he discontinued the flow of water. i exerted my chest forward, in response to the icy air wafting over my profile. he repelled the absorbent cloth at my face, obstructing my vision, traces of light laughter. i heard his footsteps fade. as i finally mustered the vitality to rise, i caught fragments of muffled conversing. my limbs were sore. i staggered out of the shower stall. securing the towel around my hips. a more distinct vocalization, directed at me. contrite and swift.
"i'm sorry, heero ... i didn't see anything i swear!" hilde beseeched.
"i did." stressing each syllable. "don't worry, heero," duo asseverated. followed by, "you have nothing to be ashamed of." he exuberantly extolled. i jerked my head upright. facial features exhibiting a blank expression, seen in the mirror perched over the sink. slightly perturbed. diffidence diffusing. slovenly concealing it as i emerged from the lavatory. lacking certainty on how i should act or feel around him. i undauntedly initiated my selection of attire from his selection. removing a simple black t-shirt, nearly ebony jeans, and a belt. i nudged the towel free, jutting my legs through the accordling placement, tugging them up to my waist. motioning to loop my arms through the shirt. i hunched forward my hands available to fasten the pants and belt. but he enraptured me from behind, his arms reaching through my own, gliding to my crotch. his fingers urged the zipper up, using both hands, grazing my lower abdomen, he coaxed the button through the slit. tightening my belt, fastening the node in the third hole. i went taut, resisting the urge to incline back into him. warring with the impulsion of seizing his hands as they smoothed over my thighs. he made stride in the reverse direction, i angled my body to confront him. inquisitively marveling. a smile manifested with demure, its latent content ambiguous.
at school our history class was still fully engaged in presentations. ours was the first, and the only one friday. apparently i was excessive in my public address occupying majority of the period. i was unnerved. witnessing their speeches, hearing their commentary occurrences i took part in. the youth i fought for was widely incorrect, their feelings trifling. i am still disillusioned. i flinched every time a peer uttered a word in regard to wing zero and its supposed selfles schivalrous pilot. duo was relishing in it. blatantly inserting his comments, corrections, and questions. amusing himself overwhelmingly when he submitted queries of the deathscythe's pilot.
"wait, wait, wait. here's the biggie. which is better, deathscythe, or wing zero?" i was oblivious to fact that the gundam's name had become household. reticent, i spied him out of the corner of my eye, analyzing his expression. i raised my eyebrows when she began to pronounce the word wing, duo hindered her conveyance. "wrong!" he dictated. "but thanks for playing!" gesturing with his hand. the girl protested. my body was slowly becoming numb from the words emitted.
"the pilot of the wing zero gundam is nothing short of heroic in my eyes . risking his life for all those people. ..." duo stifled laughter. i was not offended. oddly enough the afford that was stinging was her praise.
"he touched me deeply." the female terminated. further fazed. surreal.
"then you should call the police!" duo jeered. jarring me from cataleptic state. he did not relent, rather continued with his interrogation. "do you think the pilot of wing zero is sexy?" i rigidly snapped my head at him, face contorting. silently pleading him to cease. i glanced wearily at our instructor, abashed. he had been gaping at us this whole time, astonished. he understood.
i posed dejected in my designated row in physical education. inflicted with the sudden realization of how trivial this toiling was. my arms interlaced pressing on my chest. the incessant pounding basket balls into the polished gymnasium floor made his approach go undetected.
"i'm here" he grated. i recoiled, dumbfounded. the encounter unexpected. altering my inclination to face him. a coy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. moments later we were deployed into makeshift teams. the game commenced. my peers bias of me fading, transgressing into impartiality. relying on me, momentarily bestowing their trust so they could win the meaningless game. the sense of camaraderie on the court was not mutual. i only complied to avoid the p.e. teacher's gripes. the ball was flung in my direction, i intercepted it effortlessly, and in nimble strides maneuvered my way to the basket ball hoop. scored points made by my hands was imminent, but duo dove into me. the impact caught me completely off guard. the collision brought us careening to the ground, i was clutching on to ball. he made several attempts to illicitly seize the ball. i quickly extended my legs, to thwart him off. he would not relent.
"duo, we are on the same team." i firmly remonstrated. he savagely latched on to my waist, vehemently trying to pry the ball free. the strain of the instructor's whistle shrills. nothing seemed to phase him. i applied my open palm to his face, exerting it with force. his grip was faltering, he desperately fought back. inserting his incisors in tender flesh of my fingers. my marred hand shrank back. he was now fully on me, squirming, kicking, swinging. he displaced the ball from my grip. leaping off me, they contentedly strolling away. i was in awe.
"good hustle, good hustle." he uttered in the impregnate locker room. i was amidst pulling on his jeans, they just slid over my knees when his hand pushed repeatedly against my fundament, and words trailing. my features questioned him. hushed, the whole locker went mute. the vulgar assessing eyes of our male peers fixed on us. i endeavored to be apathetic to their emotive. "nothing to see here", he ushered with evident satire. "move it along." insolent audacity. snickers of temerity. he flashed a smile before proceeding to his locker, rows down. is it wrong that i find it morbidly amusing that the males whose lockers are in close proximity with mine, are now visibly displaying discomfort. the stigma deepens. greatly deluded they are, to entertain the notion that they could entice me like duo.
commence. [ 4:46 p.m. ]